Page 71 of Straight Shooter

“As a heart attack.”

She threw her arms around his neck. “Yes, I’ll marry you! Yes!”

He enclosed her in a bear hug and showered kisses on her cheek and hair. “You’ve made me so damn happy, Priss.”

She pulled away an inch and caught his cheek in her hand. “No, you’ve made me so happy. You and our son are my dreams come true. Thank you for loving me.”

He kissed her mouth, and she fought the urge to slip her tongue between his lips—later, when they didn’t have an audience. Cheers filled the room, and Rhett pulled her up to stand at his side.

She looked from one smiling face to the next—her parents, her future parents-in-law, and her friends who were closer than siblings—and her heart had never been fuller. She stared at Rhett’s profile as he grinned at their guests, and a wave of gratitude hit her. At one point in her life, she’d thought she’d never deserve this kind of happiness, had sworn it wasn’t in the cards.

She placed her hand on top of Rhett’s on her belly. This was all she’d ever wanted, and now she had found her own joy with the most incredible man, who treated her as if she were more valuable than the air he breathed.

Finally, she’d found her own family.

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Rami Mitry doesn’t play hero.

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But the second he finds Ivy half-dead in captivity, bodies start dropping.

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Because the moment he finds her is the moment he loses himself.

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